"There's No One Here At The Moment"

Say, “Hello?”, pull off her glasses,

You’re met with a glassy eyed stare.

Peek in the window of parted lips,

There’s nothing;  the lights are all turned off.

Rip open the chest!

                Give up, go home.

There’s no one here until tomorrow morning. 

Inspired by: http://www.open.edu/openlearn/history-the-arts/culture/literature-and-creative-writing/literature/what-poetry/content-section-7.4